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ywf ricky p – belong to the scriptures كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ayo!

[verse 1]
leave behind your facade
see the spite of a god
i don’t rap to flaunt, i rap for the squad
don’t give a f_ck what you on
f_ck that whack sh_t that you sp_wn
i’m not impressed with your bars or dress
thugga copycats put rap to rest
pen and paper the way i address
i been nice since before the aztecs
war on the mic, f_ckin over tribes
as fresh as the school lunch trash bin
clashin with me leave you needing aspen
call me nigel cause i keep it smashin
spit a sick sixteen, keep it pristine
for the sh_t team that wish they was rick p
watch em all die cause they can’t succeed

[hook]
watch еm all die, watch em all
watch em all diе, watch em all
watch em all die, got em all
watch em all die, watch em all
watch em all die, watch em all
watch em all die, got em all
[verse 2]
use my mic as a sword then drown you in liquid
i’m a d_ck, the way i spit sh_t, like a prime gza
a wizard that go straight for your gizzards (facts!)
with my sick sh_t, cold like a blizzard
f_ck a snitch, i’m from the coast that stomp a rat like splinter
coming to you is winter, i’ma gain my throne
like john snow in game of thrones
whatever i say goes, so don’t you say no
i stay humble, you mumble like sofaygo
i rap clear as as day like “hey, hey, oooh!”
aye rick, what you say bro? “i said hey, oooh!”
and that’s the way it goes for a rap mogul

[hook]

[verse 3]
hey mistah, mistah! who’s the illest on the mic? (me!)
hey mistah, mistah! who’s the k!ller on the mic? (it’s me!)
i’m a k!ller on the mic, ain’t no filler when i rhyme (facts)
for the one time, say it so they know i’m sublime (uh huh)
i’ma wipe out a bloodline cause i’m so devine
lord bless the pen when i write every line
been boom bappin since before youngins was whack trappin
and hip hop was back trackin, lyrics got on the back end
no one real, everybody cappin (facts!)
get payed for cr_p actin
i macked mackin while y’all immaculate jaw flappin
snitchin with no stitches, can’t rock, burnin all my bridges
buisiness of mine ain’t yours to witness (facts)
the grind my time to shine like riches
my words belong to the scriptures (what is this?)
words from a god to all the b_tches (this is)
more hits than paul george got misses
more sick than a cancer kid with wishes (facts)
i’m back rapping to finish the whack “snappin”
stop the bar passin, y’all diss my passion
lights, camera, action, peel off ya fashion
i’m back rapping to get the crowd clappin
with the energy y’all ain’t matchin
[outro]
woo!
ayo!
welcome to belong to the scriptures, motherf_cker!
this that real foul sh_t that boom bopping to get y’all clapping! (uh)
check, check it!

- ywf ricky p

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